He was very aware of his humiliating facial expression, but more pressing was the painful twitches his own prick was giving. His own warm pre-cum was ...ribbling messily down the insides of his thighs, mixing together with the slather of the cop's. No relief came. Just steady pumps into his ass, pushing at a lazy tempo that was starting to pick up little by little. Lips brushed along the shell of his ear, uncomfortably hot with their lewd words. "I'm gonna cum in your tight little ass." The words. While I know there’s a time and place for romantic sex, at this point in my life, I much prefer the no-strings-attached kind. It beats the awkward meeting in class the next day or the weird limbo of expectations that can occur with a friend-with-benefits for whom you suddenly develop feelings. Sure, critics say casual sex is just as awkward when you unexpectedly bump into your one-night stand walking down the street to class, but, hey, that’s what iPods and cell phones were half invented for. One night, I was out on the town with a male friend of mine named Chuck. We went to a local country & western bar in the next town to see what we could find. On entering the bar, there was a line of people on both sides of the hallway, as though both guys and girls were inspecting cattle at market. The last girl in the line was a somewhat homely looking gal with a huge set of knockers and a big wide, but well shaped ass. I remember thinking she resembled some sort of dog, the kind they say. " Yeah. Well, you know it isn't sexual like some of the girls are with each other. For Liz, if there isn't a cock involved, then it doesn't really exist," she laughed."For Liz? Are you telling me something?" Oh. God, no. Well, I don't know how general it is for me. At the moment, I feel like if your cock isn't involved, then it doesn't really exist. Will you make love to me again, Brian? Here?" she asked.It took us about two seconds to have our pants off and settle back into the chair. I pushed.